Privacy Prostitute

I walk a quiet boulevard at twilight to feel wind breeze and photograph an orange crowd a book in my left pocket remains unread she will write her own poems with a colorless pen a handicapped tripod remains unused he strongly refuses sunset to stay longer yes, dusk is falling the quietness is now having a little voice along the hotel sidewalk and the trees a question whispers in my ears I asked my close friend for an assistance a recommendation for sunset hunt she apologized and told me just surf the net yes, I got it in just a minute It is time to read my book: darling, I really want to share with you anything, everything I will sacrifice my privacy to hold you back but million lines of algorithm already deployed by a bad Mark to mark a baby shark it sucks an announcement is an official coercion we have no options humanism is a lack security is fake stay or leave **** or naive